Cynthia BuhainBaello

Foibles Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello

All men are born imperfect, all have foiblesFlaws in our humanness, a weakness or a fault-Some have sharp tongues, some with tempers are not ableTo reign in anger and so fail, Until some pain gives them a jolt.Some have weaknesses with flesh, some have leanings towards Greed, Some, worry much and are depressed- while lazy ones can't fill their need.And so each one knows his own Self, from there correction is then dueFrom childhood, guidance is a must to mold what's best in me and you.On sculpted wood the chisel strikes to shapen in the endWhatever needs to be removed, what faults are there to mend.